Legrand Wolf and the Buyer’s Group Share the Joy on Boy for Sale

Fine Whiskey, Fine Boys, and a Close Circle of Friends for the Win.

It’s time once again for that elite group of sexual connoisseurs known as The Buyer’s Group to meet. In this eighth chapter in the series, the focus is on the “Party Favor” aspect of collecting and training boys. And if there’s one thing the adult men on Boy for Sale know how to do, it’s collect and train boys. I guess that’s two things, but they go together like enjoyable anal sex and lots of lube.

What this means to the uninformed civilian is that three monied gentlemen with a penchant for young, sleek, hairless men sit together in a wonderful olde timey private club’s parlor, complete with fireplace and wingback chairs (but no dog). They are being tended by five of their young, sleek, hairless men; none wearing more than a black bowtie and jockstrap.

During this meeting of The Buyer’s Group, the boys pour and serve whiskey on the rocks for their masters when they’re not snuggling with them on the furnishings. It’s been a long time since the men have been able to see their much-loved boys, and now that they are together again, the pace is gradual, unrushed, with a sense of dark ritual and reunion. Each master sits with his boy, and as the liquor flows their affection needs physical expression. Sucking cock is a good way to express affection, so they start with that. Then Legrand Wolf suggests a real icebreaker, why not share the boys around? Obviously, the man is a genius.

This means that he loses the company of Cole Blue and Troye Jacobs, whose penises have been capturing Legrand’s oral attention. But it also means that he gets to sample someone else’s favorite boy toy. And so it goes around the circle with the boys working the room quietly, getting their cocks groped and their nipples tweaked. They nuzzle the masters’ cocks through their pants. Lap dances are given, and Marcus Rivers’ asshole is inspected. And throughout it all there is much kissing and the sound of twinks moaning and whimpering. Especially Marcus. Boy, can that kid whimper. It’s pretty hot.

Comfort is king when you’re a gentleman of refined taste and have a few miles under your tread, so Korzark Kipling keeps himself seated when he eats the fine young ass of Marcus, thus inspiring some of those lovely whimpers. Lance Charger, on the other hand, is so overwhelmed with desire for Jack Bailey that he gets on his knees to mouth-fuck his butthole. It’s a good enough show that Korzark glances over for added inspiration.

Honestly, I’ve been to some orgies and few of them have been this mellow and low-key. On the other hand, mine were not blessed with so many men of obvious style and distinction. And the settings for this mini orgy is so atmospheric. Everything about this scene’s visuals is designed to make the eye happy and allow the Dominant/submissive power dynamic lover to thoroughly indulge their fantasy.

It's not such a mellow orgy that there isn’t deepthroat coughing, which is always a sure sign that the party is hopping. After getting comfortable in a chair covered with a fur throw, Lance settles his boy of the moment around his erection. It requires a bit of shifting but is worth it in the long run. There’s a strange sense of calm and right that permeates this scene in spite of its obvious potentially gray ethical areas. In “Party Favor,” the men are men and the boys are boys. Simple. Uncomplicated. Linear.

Soon Marcus is bent over the coffee table getting rammed full of elder cock while Cole rides Lance reverse, which gives the camera an excellent chance to get to know his asshole up close. After fetching Lance a drink, Cole gets to kiss his friend Marcus while they’re both taking the A-train to Prostatetown on the dicks of their masters. Watching Lance throughout “Party Favor” is a lot of fun. Not only is he hot as fuck, but he looks absolutely blissed out while standing and driving home his fat dick of a point.

Lance and Korzark have got a system by which they exchange their boys. This seems to work for everybody. The whole theme for the night works for Legrand, who dumps a load deep inside of Marcus while holding him up in an awkward angle. A careful inspection afterward reveals an adorable little gape that earns a playful smack to its ass cheek.

All play and no work make for a lazy boy, so once everyone has had a chance to nut, it’s back to being a serving boy. That whiskey ain’t gonna pour itself, after all.

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